#[ 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖉 . ] | | | answered .

[biskael]

Are you friendly with any other Ritter but Gigi? We know she's like your little sister who needs the psych ward, but anyone else?

ㅤAH , HIS COMRADES . some of them , he'd looked upon in adoration , and very few in affection . others , scorn , and very rarely , loathing . not that he were the one to ever question His chosen few , but there were many he knew that would be replaced . as he had seen such before .

ㅤ " gigi , the poor dear . do not speak such things about her in my presence . she needs care & understanding , not some doctor who wants to study her .

ㅤ the grandmaster , of course , has been a brother-in-arms for centuries . lille , gerard and nodt , as well ... and , my dear qistina @mundmutter .

ㅤ berenice can be helpful in my workings , at times , when she isn't being an utter nuisance . but , i'd rather deal with her than some of the others . I suppose I would also say the same about gremmy .

ㅤ the others , I do not trust nor like ------ let alone respect . some , I can hardly tolerate . then again , I am among the eldest here . I have centuries on a number of them , and that shows in many ways . my experience , tenfold . oftentimes , it can grow very aggrevating, really ... "

[biskael]

“ Oh Quilgie-pookie~~~”

" UGH ... A REVOLTING LITTLE NICKNAME ------ DO YOU WANT TO BE STRUCK DOWN where you stand , frau ? unless if you'd enjoy that sort of thing , which wouldn't surprise me , really .

I suppose you think you're funny . "

@grellsaw

[biskael]

What does happiness look like to you?

" A FULL PRISON , my blades crimson with blood , my enemies broken before me , a bountiful hunt , a warm hearth , my beloved consort happy & pleased , a lovely dawn on an autumn's morning across the forest ... and , what his majesty would wish of myself . what he foresees for everyone , and everything . "

the hunter gives a slight , casual shrug of his shoulders . " off of the top of my head , that is . those things couldn't make me any happier . "

@7-tek

[biskael]

how would a fandom actually treat you?

KINNIE CALLER .

EVERYONE KINS YOU . You have the most cosplayers in the fandom. Its a beautiful nightmare. They wear decocore costumes on tiktok and get so many followers. Everyone argued abt their headcanons for you and no one can decide who exactly you actually art, but, they love you. You're also on a lot of "red flag kins" lists.

taken : from dash . tagging : none !

[biskael]

Do you use any poisons in your torture sessions? Not enough to kill, but enough to cause harm and pain.

" THERE ARE TIMES , YES . something truly vile to chill the blood can work wonders . of course , i am not too knowledgeable in ... alchemical pursuits . the sciences , things of that manner . even in my years , it was never my expertise nor my desire .

there are others in our ranks far more suited to that than i could ever be . my dear sister , qistina , always has had such a talent with the more profane arts . why , she is capable of miracles . and she is not the only one , but i believe her to be the very best in our empire .

i truly am blessed to have her vital assistance in my workings . "

anon questions / accepting . mentioning : @deathleads

[biskael]

❝ As someone with a mood disorder, I think you should get a doctor to check you out, mentally. ❞

" WHAT INTERESTING ADVICE coming from a mortal , little rabbit-girl . if i wanted a proper diagnosis , i would've sought out doctors long ago .

------ whyever is it such a concern , anyhow ? "

@neonbitch

[biskael]

❝ Happy Valentine's Day, brother! ❞

She presents a rather large box of chocolates - some are missing, she was a bit curious, admittedly - along with a soft, black bear. It wears the uniform they do, with a replica of his hat and glasses.

" OH ! " THE CHOCOLATES WERE EXPECTED . commonly given to those who were cherished on this day , even from some of his own soldiers . but not so much the gift .

his hands went right to the little plush , gripping it closely . quilge smiles , noting the attention to detail . from the little buttons to the shiny belt , and the heeled boots and the small , round glasses . he , as one might expect , never had anything quite like it . " look at this little fellow . he's so ... cute !

this is wonderful . thank you , gigichen . "

@zombiigrl | valentine's day 💖

[biskael]

Tooth bitten fingers, bloodied mouth, curved into a smile. No matter her ailment, no matter her despair, he was a sight for sore eyes. Arms wrap tight around him, and she nuzzles into his midsection. Of course, she has an ask. A request. ❝ That sad looking shinigami ... Can I play with him? I'll return him to his cage! But, I want to play ... ❞

NORMALLY , THE JAILER'S HAND was rough , a touch that could scathe and bruise . but on the little zombie girl's head , the man was oddly gently . caring , one might say . careful of her hat , quilge patted her silken hair beneath his leather seize . something was ... wrong . again . but , as he'd said to her before , no one was more familiar with pain than he was .

" you may play with him , gigichen , " He says softly , reaching into his pocket . " that one might seem pathetic and sniveling , but he's certainly troublesome to break . He doesn't scream very often . so It isn't very ... fun for me .

he looked a bit lonely , and you know I always have an eye for you , schwesterlein . go on , then , " and a silver , gleaming key is produced , marked by a number to izuru's cell . " have your fun . "

@zombiigrl ( featuring @owabisuru )

[biskael]

"Please excuse me for intruding, but...what are lederhosen?"

HE GAVE A CLEARING OF HIS THROAT . " well , they're traditionally workpants made out of leather . usually stopping at just above the knee . decorated & embroidered , with suspenders , too . but nowadays , they're mostly worn for fun . festivals & the like . "

there was a little sketch in his journal that looked fairly accurate .

" nnoitra has never seen me in them yet ... and neither has anyone else , really . i keep my traditional clothing at home , in the realm of the living . "

@cinghialefedele

[biskael]

❝ If anyone is going to kill you, it will be me. ❞

A LAUGH CRAWLS PAST HIS PAINTED LIPS . A SOLEMN , EMPTY SOUND . not the boisterous , rich tremor that many were accustomed to . quilge had found such a threat so hollow , devoid of any weight . its redundancy no longer brought him dread nor worry . the threat of his life lost all meaning . " why , that's awfully funny , mädchen . do you have any idea how many people want to kill me ? personally ? "

not that he hadn't witnessed her power ------ hadn't known that she could kill with a single motion . perhaps , daiten finally could put an end to him . rend him to just an unpleasant memory . no body left to revive , the hunter now nothing but a pile of crimson . maybe ... not even that .

he shrugs his shoulders casually , and his mouth splits into another sharpened grin . " so many people , you couldn't even count ! of course , your bravery for such a bold admittance has to be admired , certainly . i'll give you that , at least , daichen ! "

random in-character asks / always accepting !

[biskael]

👿

OH , WHATEVER WAS IT NOW ? not that he was truly surprised . his actions , his words , his very presence would set her on edge . make her watch that tongue of hers whenever he would appear around a palace corner . or when he would lead his men through the early mists of the morn' , and she would rattle at the sound of the hunter's call , her feathers in a mess of fluff . the woman disturbed from sleep , and no doubt , tired . dazed .

" well , don't you look certainly delighted . " and not a glance is even so shot her way again , his crimson stare now fixated on a grand pile of papers .

@fenixias

[biskael]

❝ I ... I have a girlfriend! A real one! ❞ She sounds in disbelief, still, hands twitching, trembling. Her smile is wide, cheeks dusted with pink. ❝ I ... I think she really likes me, but I can't tell ... She says she does! ❞

A RATHER PLEASED LOOK APPEARS UPON THE JAILER'S FACE . he'd always known about his sister's troubles . how alone she'd always felt ------ even if he were there to comfort her , or any of her dolls filled the waiting chairs of her tea parties . her powers , he'd figured , spoke to that . loyalty remaining , love everlasting , even in death . still , so long as the flesh and blood was still warm . he'd view that , though quiet , as a victory for her .

" congratuations , gigi ! look at you . eros's arrow struck you right through the heart . " he exclaims , noting well her nervousness . " oh , don't be nervous , dear . I'm sure she's happy to have you, as you are her .

now , tell me her name . "

@zombiigrl

[biskael]

“You’re rather… interesting. I guess?”

" HM . " SOMETHING HE DIDN'T EXACTLY GLEAN ANYTHING FROM . such words were hardly worth anything to him . from an enemy he wouldn't want anything but suffering from . there had been TALES told of these beings , the vizards . a curiosity , to say the least . and ones even the sternritter had known scant little of .

no matter .

" interesting certainly isn't a word MOST would use to describe me . "

@hvrnet

[biskael]

Flight is a difficulty, at such a tender age, and though she tries, she's met with bitter failure, colliding with a body much larger than her own. Small set of claws pushes disheveled hair from her face, clothes that once clung to her body now traded in for a cloak she had found, altered herself. ❝ Sorry, ❞ she mutters, plopping down rump first into sands, ❝ I can't fly too good yet ... Mama won't teach me ... ❞ It's spoken with a slight of disappointment, but the softness she had, always, remained. Slowly, she rises to talons, toes spreading and curling in the pristine, white sand. She takes in his appearance, neck near sore with how her head must crane upward to look upon him. Many of his features were sharp, and he was almost ... scary. But she, little and brave, tries not to allow it to affect her. ❝ Where are your feathers? Did they fall off? ❞

THE ORDERS PLEASED HIM , as they would any bloodthirsty sadist . even as the sands held little interest in their dunes , and the sky above never-ending , he persisted . the strongest of his jagdarmee . while the rest had tended to their wounds , and stood watch , their captain ventured forth . praying to bring back a suitable bounty , a quarry worthy of their ranks . something that would bolster the valor-drenched telling of any tale ‘round the fire .

but what flounced at the tips of his polished boots was no beast of legend . not really , anyway .

quilge gazed upon her , rather curiously . he’s seen many a hollow & arrancar , but rarely any in the fragile state of youth .

“My feathers?” He answers her in a bemused grin. It was such a harmless, naïve question, as one would expect from a child. Still, he hadn't knelt, nor dropped to his haunches. Never to be on her level, only to have her staring intently at his nigh-statuesque form. "I can only assume you've seen my wings , then ? That's odd . I could've sworn I'd slaughtered everyone in sight ..." He admits , rather sternly , at that . Perhaps it was true , and she had just caught a glimpse of the Biskael when used prior ...

@fenixias

[biskael]

You are a slave of the inevitable, while I am its mistress.

pathologic meme . / no longer accepting . @fenixias

" OH HO ! HANGING MY OWN MORTALITY above me like the executioner's steel , are you ? heavy is the hand that wields the axe , so many men piled upon his conscious . " THE HUNTER HUMS GENTLY , a dawn-dabbled light caressing itself atop his intense , carved face . so early , and yet , quilge manages yet another harsh smile that splits his face wide . he glances upon the bird-girl , celeste , the light that so briefly touches him is so quickly commanded by her . that the air itself hangs with her very words , quiet as they were . candles lit in honor of his majesty suddenly nothing but burnt wick and smoke .

her eyes , mirror-silver & endless . the stars twinkling atop her feathers , brighter than usual . she isn't listening to him . perhaps , she cannot even hear him .

quilge clenches his white teeth , and his brow sharpens . she had told him something similar once , earlier . and it , too , was about death . something he was intensely familiar with , wielded it as his own weapon , but had been spared its wicked touch many times . protected by the blood that flowed in his veins .

at least , that's what he could surmise within his blackened mind , full of torments . a dungeon dark and winding , with no way out .

all she would do is burn ------ BURN AS ALL WITCHES DO . burn , sing until she screams , the flames consuming her flesh , her feathers , her bones , and then , she would return . again and again . the cycle never shattering beneath her wing . what a sad story , to never truly die . to outlive everything you hold dear , to feel the sting of its impermanence .

perhaps that was what she'd meant . or perhaps , there was no meaning at all .

still , he is cold . almost unmoved . " will those oracle eyes of yours ever see anything of use to us ? " speaks the executive hunting captain in him , not the jailer . the conqueror , the victor , the man wreathed in the slaughter of his enemies . " something that isn't so vague , perhaps ? " but there is a differing flavor to his words , uniquely foreign to his extravagant , grating sound : hope .

[biskael]

❝  most men do not know me for what i am.  ❞

" IS THAT SO ? " QUILGE ASKS with a slight tilt of his head . his crimson stands out so starkly against the bright, firgid white of the palace courtyard . the man sips at his drink ------ something festive, and strong . at the very least , quilge is as jovial as he could be towards celeste . perhaps , tolerant would be the better word .

the man's eyes narrow , but ever is it hard to see . always obscured .

" what are you , then , celeste ? "

@mikroteros , circe sentences .